Poor Chris. I leave him alone for two days and he becomes flea infested and dirty. And hungry. And thirsty. Again.
What the hell would dogs do in the wild? They’d bloody die without me there to clean them and feed them and throw balls at^H^Hfor them.
Anyway, I sorted him out and spruced him up a bit, and checked to make sure he could still Lie Down, Roll Over, Spin, Jump and Sit (only to find he’s forgotten ‘Sit’ again – stupid animal), and petted him a bit. Why doesn’t he yelp when you stab him in the face with the stylus? He doesn’t even bleed! Rubbish.